I’m not a big celebrant of Easter. In fact, I tend to call it Hoppy Bunny Day, or Happy Zombie Jesus Day, and treat it like any other day. In fact this year I attended a Reiki class, and blew blood vessel in my eye.
But this post doesn’t really have anything to do with Easter as a celebration. It has everything to do with half of what most small kids love about the holiday: Chocolate bunnies. The other half, as you might expect, is coloured eggs.
Sometimes I encounter things on the road that are too funny to pass up. Remember the forklift? This is funny like that, although it doesn’t involve a lane closure.
I’d just parked for the night, and decided to run in and pee before I dug out my laptop to goof off. When I ducked in the restroom, there were two women having a conversation, as women often do. Guys, I know ya’ll don’t talk while you’re on the shitter, but for women, it’s not unusual to continue the conversation you were having before you walked into the bathroom. At least, judging by the number of women I’ve seen do it, anyway.
I think I’m entering a manic stage. It would figure, as the last month has been pretty bad on the other end of things. Given depression or mania, I’ll take the mania. I might be horribly scattered then, but I accomplish more, and will actually accomplish things that will help keep me from spinning back into depression.
I can always tell when the manic episode is coming on, because I feel a really strong urge to create. Usually I run with it, and so I currently have 3 creative projects on my plate: